Sunday morning at
Otakon, I awoke with a shock at 8 a.m., realizing immediately that something was wrong. The light was wrong in the room; it was too bright. Indeed, I had intended to be in Press Ops by 7:30, but my husband, The Gryphon, had accidentally set the alarm wrong.
I called my lieutenant, The News Producer, and found out he was on his way
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